Él me destrozó el corazón. Tú apenas me destruiste la vida
How can I write about this when I am afraid of not having time to finish and of stirring up all these thoughts in vain?
And finally there was the sleepless nightwhen i decided to explore and fightthe foul, the inadmissible abyss,devoting all my twisted life to thisone task. today i'm sixty-one. waxwingsare berry-peckin...
You have to be an artist and a madman...
With your little claws, Lolita.
We must distinguish between ‘sentimental’ and ‘sensitive’. A sentimentalist may be a perfect brute in his free time. A sensitive person is never a cruel person. Sentimental Rousseau, who could weep ov...
Thrice, to the mighty heave-ho of his invisible tossers, he would fly up in this fashion, and the second time he would go higher than the first and then there he would be, on his last and loftiest fli...
Now, when it was too late, and Life's shops were closed, he regretted not having bought a certain book he had always wanted; never having gone through an earthquake, a fire, a train accident; never ha...
Logical reasoning may be a most convenient means of mental communication for covering short distances, but the curvature of the earth, alas, is reflected even in logic: an ideally rational progression...
In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much.
If there is anything of which I am certain in life it is that I shall never exchange the liberty of my exile for the vile parody of home.
Everything he said should be followed by a big sic
By this time I was in a state of excitement bordering on insanity; but I also had the cunning of the insane.
Because you took advantage of a sinner because you took advantage because you took because you took advantage of my disadvantage … That’s good, you know. That’s damned good. … when I stood Adam-naked...
Annabel was, like the writer, of mixed parentage: half-English, half-Dutch, in her case. I remember her features far less distinctly today than I did a few years ago, before I knew Lolita. There are t...
All three of them stood for a moment gazing at the stars.''And all these are worlds,'' said Hagen.''Or else,'' said Clements with a yawn, ''a frightful mess. I suspect it is really a fluorescent corps...
According to my almond-eyed little spy, the great surgeon, may his own liver rot, lied to me when he declared yesterday with a deathhead's grin that the had been . Well, it had been so in the sense E...
A cluster of stars palely glowed above us, between the silhouettes of long thin leaves; that vibrant sky seemed as naked as she was under her light frock. I saw her face in the sky, strangely distinct...
In this very special self-hypnotic state there can be no question of getting out of touch with on[e]self and floating into a normal sleep (unless you are very tired at the start)
Light in comparison with darkness is a void.